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Friday, May 18, 2007

sometimes your heart seems empty and your mind suddenly wanders to somebody. and then you think: damn. what's happening? and then you realise that you're getting attached. to this environment. these friends. this school. to this person. getting dependent. getting used to seeing this. and you long for the same feeling again. you wanna get back there. to see. to feel. to think. to touch. to move.


and you wonder if you shld be less attached. cuz one day you'd have to detach yourself all over again. HA.


perhaps.


;9:29 PM


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